The way he sits forward calls her attention, and she turns herself from the window, listening carefully as she nurses the glass of scotch in front of her. She listens, and for a moment, she might believe it. But then she laughs quietly, shaking her head and going to finish the remainder of her drink. After that conversation, she probably needs more of it.

"What.. so you're telling me you come from another universe?" she asks as she slowly walks around the desk, resting one hand on the edge as she slinks her weight against it, one hips cocked while she points with a finger off her empty scotch glass.